Disclaimer; I do not own Twilight, but I do own a copy called of the book which I named; My Bible!
Chapter 3 – People Change
I sat on Emily's couch being interrogated by all the people in the room.
"So Daisy, what have you been up to?" Embry asked.
I shrugged, in all honesty I hadn't done anything recently, anything except move.
They all frowned.
"Nothing?" Jake asked looking as if solving a calculation.
"Nothing" I confirmed.
Emily smiled brightly. "So what do you do as hobbies?"
Embry laughed, his voice deep but loving. "I know what my cuz, has been up to. Stink bombs in public toilets, flower in peoples hairdryers, skinny dipping and toilet papering unsuspecting neighbours houses"
I slumped as everyone howled in laughter, all except Emily who looked at me sadly.
The laughter stopped abruptly as they all glanced warily at me.
"You're still a little Devil child, aren't you?" Quil asked.
I shook my head.
Everything fell into awkward silence before Emily spoke up again. "What do you do in your free time then?"
I sighed, way to disappoint if you tell them, Daisy.
"I... um. I ah. I draw" I said the last word so quietly that I didn't expect them to hear, well Emily didn't by the way her face showed confusion.
Everyone but Sam and Emily started cracking up, while I blushed furiously.
"Seriously. Cut the crap, Dais" Jake laughed.
Sam put an arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead.
If I cry, I will be forever branded as pathetic and a baby.
I looked away from the amused eyes.
"No. People change, don't be a prick Jake" I sighed before standing up.
I sighed and walked towards the door, I was mad, mad on the verge of tears.
I don't know why, I guess that they didn't seem to accept me almost, for who I was.
Sure, I use to be daring. A punk if you use that term, I was beyond the control of adults, my parent especially. But I grew up, I'm not a little mischievous kid anymore.
As I said, I grew up.
"Daisy" I heard Embry, Jake, Sam and Emily call in unison after me.
I swung around and shot daggers as them but my face lightened when I saw Emily, for some reason I couldn't bring myself to shoot daggers at her.
"What?" I whispered.
"I'm sorry, okay" Jake sighed.
"It's fine" I nodded and walked off.
. . .
"Hey, babes" I heard Jenna's voice echo through the house.
"Hey, Jens" I called.
She flew into my doorway, smiling and holding something behind her back.
She took in my stance and her smile disappeared into a heavy set frown.
"What's wrong, Dais?" Jenna sat down next to me on my bed.
Her dark eyes watched me carefully.
I sighed and ran my hand through my long chocolate hair.
"I met the guys today. Jake found it funny, how I spend my time"
Jenna sighed but giggled a little. "Jake has always been an ass"
I laughed and sat up.
"Sure is"
"Here I got you something" she crossed her legs facing me and I did the same.
She reached behind her back and dropped a new drawing-pads and pencils on my lap, I grinned and thanked her.
"I thought, you'd need them, you've used three drawing-pads this month."
I smiled and looked at my walls which were filled with drawings.
I glanced from one to another, many of Jenna, friends, family, many sceneries and objects but mostly the face of Father and Mother.
I sighed and looked back at Jenna.
"Look I know this will sound corny and cliché but they will always be here" she tapped my chest. "In your heart"
I couldn't help but laugh at her and she blushed and slapped at my arm.
"I was trying to be serious" she stuck out her tongue.
I chuckled "Did you seriously just stick out your tongue Jenna?" I teased and she blushed darker.
"That's it I'm going" she said but I could hear the mirth that coated her voice, she stood and walked out my door.
"Child!" I called after her and heard her tinkering laugh from down the hall.
"Wanna be!" she called back.
I laughed lightly to myself before opening my pad.
I drew rough outlines and shapes and soon found myself drawing several figures. When it came to my drawings I never knew who or what I was drawing till I was finished.
I added the last line before peering down at my work.
I smiled at the picture of multiple people I had drawn, Jenna, Susan, Sam, Emily, Jake, Embry, Quil and I.
I pulled it from the book and crossed the room to take it to my wall.
"There we go" I smiled.
I heard a chuckle behind me and turned.
"Talking to yourself again?" Embry smiled, leaning against the doorframe.
I smiled. "Hey Embry."
"I'm sorry" he blurted out and I shook my head, smiling.
I looked back at him and looked at his expression.
He stood wide eyed and gawking at my walls.
"Wow" he breathed. "You weren't joking when you said you draw"
I shrugged.
"These are amazing. That's me!" he exclaimed pointing at a drawing I done of us when we were five, sitting on a log and smiling. Aunt Jenna had a photo of that somewhere.
He seemed to marvel in my drawings and was overly excited at many.
"These are awesome, Daisy. You're like Picasso!" he shouted.
"Embry, do you even know who Picasso is?"
He shook his head and I laughed.
He came and sat on my bed and grinned.
"Want to go cliff diving?" he nudged my arm.
I declined politely. He gasped and looked shocked.
"Are you serious. Daisy Rea Call just declined to go CLIFF DIVING! I need a doctor quick!" he mocked.
I playfully glared and hit his ram which was a bad move, I was beyond painful.
"C'mon" he urged and I shook my head.
"Well, promise me in a few months when the weather is warmer you'll come?"
I agreed reluctantly and he smiled.
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